Eros Candreva
I push open the gym door, trying to find the entrance for my shirt. "Someone's running three minutes late." I glance up and notice everyone staring at me with grins, I furrow my brows and look behind me to see Jake and Coach leaning against the door frame.
"What happened to schedules Candreva?" Sebastian shoots out.
"Are we witnessing being early before Eros?" Aaron speaks.
"I was showering." I respond, beginning to get annoyed with the attention. "Don't we have a session?"
"Your back definitely had a session." Sebastian laughs loudly, "did you fight with a cat or something?" I raise a brow and walk towards the one wall mirror before turning around to see long deep scratches caused by Angel. Fucking hell. This looks like it must hurt.
"Now we know that Eros is definitely good in bed." Marcus laughs along with everyone else, I slide my shirt on and notice Jake glaring at me from the mirror. Fuck. He knows. He walks out of the gym, slamming the doors behind him. I sigh, glancing down at my watch.
I follow after him, and he lifts the stack of towels before throwing them into the laundry basket.
"Jake-"
"You're a fucking cunt, you know that." He shoots out.
"Rethink your words Jake." I warn him, I don't like confrontation nor do I like problems. Hence why I stick to a predictable schedule that doesn't affect anyone except for myself. This is why I follow it in a timely manner.
"You fucked her! After I said she was the one for me. What a shitty friend you are."
"You're being childish."
"Me! I'm being childish? You're the one who can't keep their dick in their pants. What's going on?"Just as he's saying that, the door beside us opens, and I turn to see Angel stepping out, her expression a mix of confusion and concern.
"What's going on here?"
"Seems like you have a type," Jake directs the accusation at her.
"Excuse me?" She crosses her arms, her eyebrows furrowing.
"Billionaires, famous hockey players. No wonder you're so easy." His words are a low blow, and a surge of anger courses through me.
In an instant, something primal takes over, and I find my hand wrapped around Jake's throat, pinning him against the wall.
"I warned you to choose your words carefully, Jake," I growl, my voice edged with fury. He grabs my wrist, his face contorting in pain, and in a sudden burst of strength, he manages to deliver a punch to my cheek. Jake is tall—6'1", but he isn't physically formidable.
"Guys, stop!" Angel's voice pierces through the tension.
I release Jake, my mind racing as I try to regain control of my emotions. This isn't me. I'm not a violent person. I can't believe I let it escalate to this point.
"I'm not fighting you," I mutter under my breath, blood trickling from my nose. I wipe it away with the back of my hand, turning to walk away. Angel approaches me, her hand reaching for my face as she inspects my injuries.
"If he was still alive, you would've fucked his girl too," Jake's taunting words cut through the air, igniting a fire within me.
My entire being freezes at his words. Did he really just say that? Did he dare bring him up in this way?
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